Diáspora Lyrics – Moneo
Singer: Moneo
Title: Diáspora
Traigo carros y carretas
Caminos encharcá’os que van hacia el exilio
Traigo el grito cansa’o
De un pueblo maltrata’o que va huyendo de sí mismo
Traigo a mil remeros para el rey en mi garganta
Listos para ir hasta Lepanto
Ninguno de ellos buena boya
Todos pobres bajo el mismo manto
Traigo la infamia en la cara
Colgada en mi raza como una medalla
Traigo los sacáis llorando
Por un mundo malo, podrí’o de ojana
Traigo fantasmas que gritan
Mirando la historia y al cielo lamentan
Que aunque vuestro caudal lo compre todo
La voz de mi pueblo no está en venta
Indios del sur, andaluces, gitanos
Destrozad el yugo dе aquél que nos quiere еsclavos
Ladren los perros y escupan sus amos
Mientras ellos ladran, adelante cabalgamos
Siglos manchá’os de sangre y de muerte
Hijos del agobio, nietos de la mala suerte
Pasen milenios, nos odie la gente
Mientras haya tierra estaremos presentes
Ya nos viene a avasallar
La misma espada de siempre
Ya nos viene a avasallar
Aquella que no comprende
Que no existe libertad
Si una bandera la vende
Indios del sur, andaluces, gitanos
Destrozad el yugo de aquél que nos quiere esclavos
Ladren los perros y escupan sus amos
Mientras ellos ladran, adelante cabalgamos
Siglos manchá’os de sangre y de muerte
Hijos del agobio, nietos de la mala suerte
Pasen milenios, nos odie la gente
Mientras haya tierra estaremos presentes
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Diáspora – English Translation
I bring cars and carts
Roads embarrassing that go towards exile
I bring the scream tiresa’o
Of a town mistreaty that is running away from himself
I bring a thousand rowers for the king in my throat
Ready to go to lepanto
None of them good buoya
All poor under the same mantle
I bring infamy in the face
Hanging on my race as a medal
I bring you take them crying
For a bad world, could I
I bring ghosts screaming
Looking at the story and heaven regret
That although your caudal buys everything
The voice of my town is not on sale
South Indians, Andalusians, Gypsies
Destroy the yoke of the one who loves us е/clavos
Think dogs and spit your masters
While they throw away, we ride
Centuries of blood and death stains
Sons of overwhelming, grandchildren of bad luck
Pass millennia, hate people
While there is land we will be present
It’s coming to us
The same sword of always
It’s coming to us
That which does not understand
That there is no freedom
If a flag sells it
South Indians, Andalusians, Gypsies
Destroy the yoke of the one who loves us slaves
Think dogs and spit your masters
While they throw away, we ride
Centuries of blood and death stains
Sons of overwhelming, grandchildren of bad luck
Pass millennia, hate people
While there is land we will be present
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Lyrics Moneo – Diáspora
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